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Ikesen Boys React to a Tattooed MC pt 3

Thank you again to @otomedad for this fantastic idea ^_^ This one has Sasuke, Yukimura, and Kanetsugu! Approx. 2900 words (yes, I know. They keep getting longer xD)

Sasuke

You glance at Sasuke, wondering what he’s thinking about. His eyes are trained on the night sky, his lips curling in a faint, barely there smile. He notices you looking and turns his head to regard you.

“Are you cold? It’s colder tonight than I expected it to be.”

“No. I’m good.” You feel warm anytime you’re around him. Your very own moderately-awesome ninja.

He rubs his eyes before turning back to look up at the stars. “Alright.” His fingers curl over yours, a gentle caress he doesn’t even seem aware of.

You feel an ache in your chest, sweet and sharp, as you regard his profile. Somehow, that face has become so precious to you, but you don’t know how to tell him or if you even should. Friendship is precious and fragile, you think, as you look back up to the sky.

A sudden gust of chill night air tugs your hair from its messy bun. Strands blow around your face, and you can already feel the tangles forming. “Damn,” you sigh, trying to catch hold of them.

Sasuke looks back at you with that same whisper of a smile. “Here, let me help.” He moves to sit behind you. “I’m not as good at this as Yoshimoto. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” you murmur, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. His legs are to either side of you, and if you were to lean back, you’d be flush against his broad chest. “Here,” you hand him your hair clip, “and, umm, thanks.”

His fingers comb through your hair, sending a shiver down your back. It feels intimate and sensual to have him touch you like this. He tugs your collar down as he corrals your unruly hair. Then you feel him pause, a slight inhale.

“You have a tattoo.”

“Oh. Mhmm.” You try to find words, so you don’t sound like an idiot. But his closeness is so distracting! “It’s, umm, it’s a lotus?”

You feel him lift your hair to get a better look. “Is it alright if I see it?”

“Sure.” You hold very still as he pulls your kimono down a little further, fingertips brushing your inked skin. Just a friend, you remind yourself sternly, as your skin reacts to that light touch.

He is quiet for several moments. You can feel his gaze on your skin, and the faint trace of his fingers as he follows the intricate lines of the petals and leaves. “The lotus has a lot of meanings,” he says finally. “Divinity. Rebirth. It is an excellent choice for a tattoo.”

You smile, a flush of honeyed heat flooding through you at his words. “I liked the spiritualism of it. For me, it’s like a reminder to keep an open heart. And an open mind.”

“A good thing to remember. Especially for a woman who finds herself transported via wormhole to the Sengoku.”

You can hear the laughter in his words, though he doesn’t laugh. Sasuke’s emotions can be hard to read, though you find more and more that you can tell how he feels by the slight changes in his expression, his tone, the depths of his caramel brown eyes. “Ha, yeah. I never expected to have to be this open minded.”

“I’d say you do exceptionally well. At everything.” Sasuke’s breath tickles the hair at the back of your neck, and you feel the slight press of his chest against you. “The detail on this flower is very good. The shading and color. I’d like to look at it in better light.”

Your skin dimples as his words send another little shiver through you. “O-okay. Sure. When we go inside. You can. Look.” Despite your best efforts to not sound affected by his touch, you stutter your response.

“Are you sure you’re not cold?” He lets go of your hair, wrapping his arms around you. You are pulled up close against his chest, his chin rests on your shoulder. “You keep shivering.”

There is no way to reply at first. Your heartbeat is pounding loudly in your ears and you feel like you might not be able to breathe because he is hugging you and it feels - holy cats - it feels so good and so right and he’s just supposed to be a friend but isn’t this -

“Are you ok? You went very still. It reminds me of the prey response in rabbits. You know they freeze to blend in with the environment and can hold -”

“I’m fine.” And you almost manage to sound like it, if a little choked. “I definitely do not feel like a rabbit,” you add, your voice nearly normal.

Sasuke nods. “Alright.” You aren’t sure, but you think he sounds a little breathy himself. “Does this . . . warm you up?”

“Yep.” You feel very very warm in his arms. Hot, even.

“I am warm too. Very warm.” He says nothing for a few breaths, then, “It’s what friends do for each other, right?”

“Right.” You can’t imagine him hugging Yukimura like this. Or Yuki allowing it. But you don’t say that, because you don’t want him to stop.

“Good.” He pauses again, thinking. “I’ve never had a friend like you before.”

You smile at that. “Same. But you’re my best Sengoku buddy, and teacher. And a lot more.” You close your mouth on the almost-confession before it can bubble up and ruin everything.

A slight shudder passes through him, one you can feel. Then, “We should probably go inside. It’s late and it will only get colder up here.”

“You’re right. We can’t sit like this all night.” Part of you is very sure you absolutely could.

He reluctantly lets go of you, taking a moment to pull your hair back into the clip at the back. Sasuke is quiet as he brushes his fingers over your tattoo again. “I don’t know how I didn’t notice it there before. Your lotus.”

“I try to keep it covered. Fewer questions that way. I don’t think many women in this time have them.”

“No, they don’t.” He stands. “But maybe they should. It is exceptional. You -” He wipes at his eyes again, taking his glasses off. “I think I got something in my eyes,” he says, blinking.

You wonder what else he was going to say, but the moment passes and instead, he holds his hand out to help you up. His grip is strong and sure and comforting. “Thanks.” You aren’t sure if you’re thanking him for the hand up or the compliments, or for keeping you warm. All of it, you guess.

Sasuke’s gaze travels over you slowly and you feel yourself tense at the unexpected inspection. Just as you’re about to ask what he’s looking for, he speaks up. “Do you have any other tattoos?”

“Guess you’ll have to find out,” you grin, teasing. You can’t help but notice a faint flush from the tips of his ears down to his neck as he looks away.

He clears his throat and nods, a little unsteady. “Y-yeah.”

You catch him watching you from the corner of his eye and stealing secretive glances at you the whole way back to your room. You’re pretty sure he’s hunting for signs of another tattoo. This will be a fun game, you think, ignoring the little twinge in your heart.

Yukimura

“I don’t know why you wanted to come,” Yukimura huffs, walking at your side up the steep hill. “You’re so slow and your face is all red.”

You glare at him from the corner of your eye, wondering the same thing. It seemed like a great idea when the two of you set out from Kasugayama for the day, but after a few hours of walking, you were ready to strangle him.

“Pfft. I’m holding back for your sake. You have uh, you have stubby legs!” You poke him in the ribs, only half joking.

“I can’t have stubbier legs than you.” He pokes you back harder than you poked him.

“Oh really?” You take a breath and push off your back foot into a run. “Then why am I in front of you,” you call over your shoulder, taunting. This is a mistake you immediately regret as your foot catches on a rock and you tumble forward.

Yukimura tries to catch you, but he’s a little too far back and more than a little surprised. “Hey! Are you alright?” The teasing is gone from his voice, replaced with genuine worry as he kneels beside you on the path.

You roll over and lay on your back, feeling embarrassed and a little bruised. “I’m fine,” you groan.

His eyes move slowly over you, looking for any sign of injury. “You can’t always charge forward like a bo- oh!” Yukimura’s hand darts forward, lifting the edge of your kimono.

“Hey!” You smack his hand and the cloth flutters back down over your leg. “I’d expect that from, like, Shingen, but -”

“I wasn’t trying to peek. You have a mark. It looks like a bruise.” His lips form a precious pout and you feel your annoyance seep away at the genuine hurt in his expression.

With a little effort, you sit up and carefully tug the edge of your kimono back up your leg, looking for the injury. Only there’s nothing there, just your Totoro tatt. “I’m fine. See?” You start to stand but he puts a hand out.

“What is that? It looks like a really fat bear. Or maybe a squirrel.” Yukimura leans toward your leg, poking at the inked skin.

You try to pull your kimono back down over it. You aren’t sure what would happen, but showing someone a Ghibli tattoo 500 years before movies exists is probably some sort of world ending time event. You wish Sasuke was here to intervene or at least give you some hint about how to answer, but he isn’t and Yukimura is poking your thigh. “It’s not a bear or a squirrel. It’s a forest spirit.”

He raises an eyebrow, looking incredulous. “It doesn’t look like one. Aren’t they supposed to be majestic? Or scary? This one looks funny.”

“Well. He kind of is. His name is Totoro and he’s my favo-ah, he’s the umm, the forest spirit for my home town. So you shouldn’t make fun of him.” You cross your arms, trying to regain some dignity after the fall and Yuki’s teasing.

“I wasn’t making fun of it,” Yukimura replies, his voice gentle and contrite. “He’s kinda cute. L-like you.” His cheeks turn bright red at the admission, and he looks away unable to meet your gaze.

You feel a little stunned yourself, and your own face feels as hot as a kitchen fire. “Thanks.” The word comes out almost a squeak. You clear your throat. “I’m glad you like him,” you add in a more normal voice.

Yukimura finally turns back to you, his cheeks still plum-red. “So. Don’t get mad, but, why would you get your forest spirit inked into your skin?” He looks genuinely curious and a little nervous.

“I -” you can’t very well explain how much the film meant to you as a child, or how many times you watched it to cheer up after a rough day. How to explain the comfort of enjoying the same sad-sweetness of the anime without explaining animation and movies and so many things Yuki has no idea about?

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” He leans back from you, trying to hide the hurt look in his eyes by changing the subject. “Are you gonna watch where you’re going the rest of the way up, or am I gonna have to carry you?”

You nearly react to the taunt before you realize where it came from. “Yuki. I do want to tell you. It’s just hard to explain.” It takes another moment to consider, and then you begin. “So, Totoro - he was there for me when I was sad. He helped me feel better when my grandmother died, and when my best friend moved away. And when I was all alone at college - um, school for seamstresses I mean.”

“So, your forest spirit talked to you?” His eyes are wide now, but you don’t detect any disbelief. Only surprise.

“More like . . . I guess you could say I watched him? Yeah. And that made me feel better. Just seeing him do what he does.” You shrug, not sure what else to say.

Yukimura nods as if this makes more sense to him, though he still looks faintly wide eyed. His calloused palm rests on your leg just below the tattoo, a pleasant warmth. His gaze drops back to it, eyes narrowing as he studies the image. “I didn’t expect you to have irezumi but I like it.”

You feel yourself smile, a wide bright grin that makes your cheeks hurt. Sure, Yuki can be a brat, you think, but when he’s sweet, it just makes you want to kiss him.

“What are you making that dumb face for?” Heat colors his cheeks and he can’t meet your gaze as he looks up.

“I dunno. What are you making a dumb face for?”

Yuki stands. “I’m not!” He holds out a hand to help you up.

You take the hand and stand, dusting yourself off. “Are too. Or wait, maybe that’s just your face?” You giggle when he scowls at you.

He leans forward, and you think he’s probably wracking his brain for a good insult. Before he can come up with one, you plant a tiny kiss right on his lips. Yukimura’s mouth opens in a surprised, pleased sigh and for just a heartbeat, his eyes flutter shut.

“It’s a good thing I really love your dumb face.” You grin and squeeze his hand.

“Yeah. Same.” He returns your smile, tenderness in his gaze. Then he lets go of your hand and launches himself up the trail. “But you still have stubby legs! Think you can catch up!”

Kanetsugu

“What is this?” Kanetsugu’s finger lands on the back of your hand, gently but firmly pinning you in place.

“What’s what?” You glance up at him in mild surprise. He was reading, but now he’s just over your shoulder, leaned down so that his chin is beside your cheek.

“The mark.”

You glance down and realize he must mean your tattoo. Since they aren’t all that common, you try to keep it covered. Fewer questions that way. “Erm, nothing?” Your hopeful tone does not dissuade his keen gaze.

Kanetsugu nudges up the edge of your cuff with the tip of his finger until the heron in flight is exposed. The colors look soft in the lantern light, the delicate lines a bare delineation between ink and skin. “That is not nothing.”

You wince at the slight frown he gives you and try to pull your sleeve back down. “It isn’t any of your business.” You try for the villainess voice, but sound squeaky even to your own ears.

He doesn’t move his hand, even after a moment of your struggling.

“Fine.” You sigh. “It’s a tattoo.”

Kanetsugu leans closer. His hair brushes your neck, and the smell of him floods your senses.

You can feel his gaze on your arm, and heat travels from there up through your heart and floods your cheeks. Your heart is pounding and you struggle to keep your expression serene. It is absolutely unfair that he is so attractive, you think.

His eyes turn toward you, and he waits for more with an expression somewhere between impatience and mild curiosity.

It takes you a moment to gather yourself under that relentless stare. “Erm. I mean, ah, it’s a heron?”

“I am waiting to hear why you’ve branded yourself like a criminal.”

Your temper flares at that, and you give him a frown. “I seriously doubt any criminal has flash that looks this nice. Seriously.” You smooth a finger over the design, remembering the day you got it. “This represents blessings for me. A promise that things will always get better. And I - I think it looks really elegant.”

“I did not say it wasn’t.” His voice drops, a glimpse of fang at the corner of his lip as it compresses. “It is . . . lovely.” Kanetusugu’s thumb brushes over the inked skin, though his eyes are still fixed on yours.

“Thanks for the compliment,” you murmur, suddenly feeling as if it’s hard to draw breath. He is still so close, and it’s doing things to your heart that are hard to ignore.

“Beauty should be appreciated.”

You hope he can’t feel your racing pulse under his hand.”I-if you’re done appreciating?” You wiggle your arm, hoping he’ll let go, and hoping he won’t. Get it together, you tell yourself sternly, and pull with a little more force.

Too much, perhaps, as Kanetsugu, is tugged toward you. Only by a hair’s breadth, but then, that’s almost all that separates you. His lips brush your jaw, an accidental kiss. He lets go of you and steps back with a strangled breath. For a moment, his eyes are wide and there’s a slight flush to his cheek.

“K-kanetsugu?” You feel warmth slip through you from the spot his lips touched.

He turns away and clears his throat. “Thank you for the explanation.” His voice is calm and by the time he’s seated again, there’s no trace of discomfiture in his expression.

You, on the other hand, are ruffled. Very ruffled. “I think I’m going to step, mmm, outside. For a minute.” You stand and try to shake off the feelings tangled around your heart.

“Don’t go far,” he calls, not glancing up from the paperwork on his desk.

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writingwhimsey · 3 months

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Hey could I request yukimura with an arranged marriage trope?

Thank you for the request! This one was fun to write. I decided to make this one fluffy. Hope you enjoy!

The Luckiest Dumbass In the World

“I can;t believe this day is finally here. My little Yuki is all grown up.” Shingen gushed, like a proud father as he and Sasuke were helping Yukimura get ready.

“I still don’t understand how this is the best way to secure the alliance…or WHY it has to be me?” Yukimura grumbled.

“Only you would complain about getting to marry a beautiful woman, Yuki.” Shingen countered. “Well, you and Kenshin.”

“I’m just thankful for the alliance and that my best friends are getting married.” Sasuke said.

Yukimura rolled his eyes. “I think you’re all forgetting that I have to marry a wild boar woman. Who I don’t really know.”

Shingen was giving Yukimura a flick to the forehead. “YUKI! How can you say such things?! The Oda princess is a beautiful woman and she’s going to be your wife. You should appreciate her and the opportunity to have such a woman at your side.”

“If you’re so fond of her, why don’t you marry her?!” Yukimura countered.

“Unfortunately that’s not the terms of the alliance, though I would if I could.” Shingen replied, almost pouting.

Just then there was a knock on the door and Kanetsugu was stepping inside. “Yoshimoto said he just finished helping the princess get ready and everyone is already gathered at the shrine waiting.”

Yukimura let out a sigh. “Let’s just get this over with.” He said.

��Hold on a second, I haven’t even given you the talk yet.” Shingen said, putting a hand on Yukimura’s shoulder. “After the wedding comes your wedding night and you should be prepared for how to please a woman…”

“I know what to do!” Yukimura snapped, his cheeks reddening from embarrassment. “Besides you already gave me this talk years ago after my coming of age ceremony.”

“Lord Shingen, I don’t think there’s time for you to impart all of your knowledge on Yukimura in that regard anyways.” Sasuke said. “You’ve already been trying for years at this point anyways.”

Shingen sighed. “Ah, yes of course.” He was then reaching over and straightening Yukimura’s clothes before giving him a pat on the back. “Just make sure you’re kind to your wife.”

“Come on, let’s just go, already.” Yukimura said with a sigh.

The group left the room. Sasuke, Shingen, and Kanetsugu headed toward she shrine to join the rest of the audience while Yukimura headed to meet his bride, where they would be at the end of a processional that would go through town towards the shrine.

When Yukimura arrived at the meeting place, the princess was waiting, dressed in the beautiful white wedding kimono. Her makeup was done simply with rosy cheeks and lips. Sakura blossoms danced in the light breeze behind her, creating a picturesque view. Despite himself, Yukimura couldn’t help but to find her beautiful and his heart gave a little thump.

The princess gave him a hesitant smile. “So, it looks like we’re getting married.”

“Uh…yeah.” Yukimura replied awkwardly. “You…uh…I mean…we should uh go ahead and get this over with, everyone is waiting.”

At his words the princess’s face scrunched up into a frown. “Get this over with? I didn’t realize marrying me was such a chore.” She replied.

Yukimura internally scolded himself. The ceremony hadn’t even begun and he was already screwing this up. “I…I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Hmph, I know this is a political arrangement and all, but I thought maybe since we were friends…it might not be so bad. It appears I was wrong.” She replied. “Let’s just get going.” She was then heading to take her place in the processional.

Yukimura smacked himself in the forehead. “Ugh…why couldn’t I just tell her she looks pretty?” He muttered. This wasn’t the first time he’d met the Oda Princess…nor was it the first time he’d stuck his foot in his mouth around her. He wasn’t the best with communicating with women. He honestly found it difficult most of the time and annoying. Of course, it seemed he always got tongue tied around the princess.

They’d met before when Yukimura was spying in Azuchi, posing as a merchant. Neither of them had known who the other was and they’d actually managed to have a few conversations here and there…usually ending with Yukimura saying something stupid as he had just now and her rushing off upset. What he had said before to Lord Shingen…basically implying that he didn’t want this…it wasn’t entirely true. He just didn’t want her to be his wife for political reasons. He wanted her to be his wife because she loved him and he loved her. But it just seemed Yukimura couldn’t get lucky enough to make things actually work out.

Yukimura sighed as he walked over to stand beside his bride. “Hey…”

The princess turned her gaze from him. “Just come on.” She said.

Before Yukimura could say anything, the processional began. They made their way through the town and to the shrine. Once they were inside the shrine, Yukimura could feel all the eyes of the guests on them. He saw looks of concern from the Oda warlords as they looked at their princess…she was still mad at Yukimura and they could tell. They were all then fixing glares at him.

Yukimura did his best to ignore them, deciding to look at his own side…that was when he encountered a disapproving look from Lord Shingen. Okay…eyes forward. He thought to himself. Their side wants to kill me for upsetting the princess and my side wants to smack me for being a dummy.

Despite the princess’s obvious upset and Yukimura’s own nerves, the ceremony went off without a hitch and they were all soon gathering back at the castle for a banquet. Yukimura and his now wife, were seated next to each other, though she didn’t so much as look at him.

Man…I gotta try and fix this. Yukimura thought. He didn’t like that his wife wouldn’t look at him. When this marriage had been arranged, he had promised himself he would do his best to try and keep her happy. She had been his friend after all…and he did enjoy seeing her smile.

Thinking quickly, Yukimura was reaching for a plate of chesnut dumplings and offering them to his bride. “Here, you should have some, they’re really good.” He offered, clumsily.

The princess looked at the food, but wouldn’t look up at Yukimura. “I’m fine thanks.” She replied, pushing the plate away.

Yukimura tried and failed several more times to talk with the princess, but it appeared he had really upset her. He had to find a way to talk to her and explain his feelings. After a while, the princess was leaving with some maids to go and get ready for the wedding night. Once she was gone, Shingen, Sasuke, and the Oda warlords were coming over to talk to him.

Crap. Yukimura thought.

“Lad, what did you do to upset our lass?” Masamune asked.

“If you hurt her, I swear I will make you pay.” Hideyoshi said, glaring at him.

“There’s no need to harm him.” Shingen said. “Yuki here has just always had a hard time talking to women. Especially beautiful ones.”

“I do not have a hard time talking to women…I just…” Yukimura tried to defend himself.

“Always end up sticking your foot in your mouth where the princess is concerned.” Sasuke finished for him.

“Dammit…yes.” Yukimura admitted.

“She is a fireball and gets easily riled up over small things.” Nobunaga commented.

“It may seem small to a man, but it is never small to a woman.” Shingen replied.

“I know…and I think I really screwed up this time.” Yukimura said, hanging his head.

“It can’t be that bad.” Mitsuhide said. “Lord Nobunaga is right that our little mouse tends to get worked up easily.”

“When…when we were waiting for the procession to begin…I kinda sorta…maybe said…let’s get this over with.” Yukimura admitted, not looking up at the others.

There was a collective gasp from the others and even the sound of chopsticks dropping…maybe even a few jaws hitting the floor. “How could you…” Hideyoshi spoke up. “We should just take her back home…”

“No way you…you can’t be serious.” Sasuke said, looking at his best friend in disbelief.

“Yuki…I am shocked and ashamed.” Shingen said.

“Even I wouldn’t say such a thing to her.” Nobunaga commented.

“Yeah, I know. I messed up.” Yukimura said, putting his head in his hands.

“You know, I am surprised with as smooth of a talker as you are Shingen, that your vassal could be this dense.” Masamune commented.

Shingen was shaking his head. “I tried so hard to teach him better, but that skull is just too thick.”

“Okay, come on, enough of the teasing. Can you guys help me? I don’t want her to be mad at me for the rest of our lives.” Yukimura said.

“Just get on your hands and knees before her and beg her forgiveness.” Hideyoshi said, a hard look on his face.

“You should apologize with a gift.” Shingen said. “Then grovel at her feet.”

The men threw out more suggestions, some rather…inventive and others…there was just no way in hell Yukimura was gonna try those. After giving it some thought, Yukimura had come up with a plan. He picked up a plate of sweets and some flowers before going to the room he and his bride would be spending their first night together in.

Yukimura took a deep breath and slid the door open. He found the princess sitting down on a cushion in the room, a tray of tea beside her. She was wearing a light pink night robe and her hair was taken down, flowing down her back. “Are you still mad at me?” He asked.

“Yes.” She answered, keeping her back to him and crossing her arms over her chest. “And you better not be expecting anything to happen tonight. We won’t just be getting the wedding night over with.”

Yukimura repressed a sigh. “I wasn’t expecting anything even before I made you mad.”

“Oh? Because I’m not good enough for you?”

Dammit. Smooth move, dummy. He thought to himself. Yukimura was then coming over to sit beside her, setting the flowers and sweets in front of her. “No. I wasn’t expecting anything because I’d never force anything on you.”

The princess looked at the sweets and the flowers. “Well…that makes sense.”

“Look…I’m sorry for what I said earlier.” He said, deciding to just open up to her. “I…it didn’t come out right. I didn’t mean it.”

“Then what did you mean?” She asked, finally looking at him. “When…when the alliance was determined and…and it was decided that we would get married to secure it…I…I…” She couldn’t seem to get her words out and tears were threatening to spill from her eyes.

Yukimura reached a hand up to caress her cheek. He hated seeing her cry and even more knowing that he was the cause of her tears. It was time he was honest with her. “I don’t think marrying you was a chore. And…in fact I think I am one lucky dumbass to get to marry you.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “Really?”

Yukimura nodded. “Yeah…how many people get to be in an arranged marriage with someone they actually love?”

“You…youn love me?”

Yukimura nodded. “Yeah more than anything. I was happy when the marriage was decided… but it’s not how I had hoped. I had wanted it to be because…you love me as much as I love you, dummy.”

She smiled at him. “You’re…such an idiot.” She said before flinging her arms around him and pressing her lips to his.

Yukimura was taken aback by the sudden kiss. When she pulled back, he was looking at her with wide eyes. “I…”

“I love you, too dummy.” She said with a smile on her face.

Yukimura smiled as he wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her close. “I really am the luckiest dumbass in the world.” He said before pressing his lips to hers. He swore, he would do his best to keep her happy for the rest of their lives.

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